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player information.
name: Dalrint
are you over 18?: Eleventy-billion. Or just yes.
personal lj: dalrint
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: Aim: farobesrvr
characters in abax: Rose Lalonde
in character information.
series: Sanctuary
name: Nikola Tesla
sex: Male
age: 155
race: Vampire-Human hybrid
height: 6'0
weight: 140lbs
canon point: After episode 409 but before episode 412
previous cr: Nope
history:
http://sanctuary.wikia.com/wiki/Nikola_Tesla
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_tesla
Tesla's history is a combination of the real life of Nikola Tesla, intermixed with the fictional history created for him by Sanctuary. In essence, all the things he did in 'real' life, he still did. He was just a vampire electromagnet at the same time. Helen helped him fake his own death, allowing for his 'real' death in 1943, despite the fact that he obviously didn't die.
personality:
Tesla is something of an exercise in dichotomy. On the one side, he's charming, debonair, takes immaculate care of his appearance (most of the time, unless he's really involved in a project. Then he forgets to bathe.), and can hold small talks with kings and princes. He has a rapier wit and a fantastic sense of dramatic timing. On the other hand, he has a hair-trigger temper, gets offended at the smallest moment, takes any insult as a huge slap in the face, and believes that most people who are equal to him are out to get him. Science is a contest, and either he's winning, or everyone else is cheating. (He once referred to Edison as 'that Menlo Park charlatan' due to their contest over electricity.)
The strings that run through both of these phases is that he is brilliant, probably one of the smartest people who ever lived. And he knows it, which lends itself to an almost unimaginable arrogance. He knows he's better than you, and he has every intention of making sure you know too. He can solve whatever problem is coming, and he can do it better than you, and faster than you, and most likely in a more stylish way than you. At least, that's what he believes. Unfortunately he pulls it off regularly enough that he can go on believing it.
In fact, a lot of that stems from an inherent fear of being normal, or ordinary, or 'mortal.' He is great, he's brilliant, he needs to be amazing and above everyone else. When he lost his vampirism (which was later reversed) he fell into a terrible funk at the thought of being what he thought was average. He managed to pull himself out of that depression through work and science, but it took a while.
The odd side of this is, that when someone does manage to pull of something that impresses him, genuinely, he's not above praising them for it. And he is willing to change his opinions on people if they prove his initial appraisals wrong...though he most likely will never stop sliding little barbs in about what they were, or what he thought of them before. (He likes the tech-head Henry, whom he originally labeled as the dog boy help, but Henry keeps proving he knows what he's doing, and Nikola can admit that.) Earning his respect is not easy, and takes time, but it is possible. Not many people have managed it though.
He constantly has plans, plans within plans, backup plans, hidden agendas and sometimes hidden agendas in hidden agendas. He's very good at seeing all the angles and planning for as many of them as he can (though he occasionally misses very obvious ones) and is not above misleading someone to get their help in a project.
He's a tremendous flirt when he finds someone attractive, though he rarely fixates on anyone for very long. It takes more than just being pretty to hold his attention, since he finds brains far more attractive than anything else. He has been in love with Helen Magnus from...time to time, though how much of that is true anymore and how much of that is simply his flirting habit coming out whenever she's around is hard to judge. Generally, he can pick up a pretty little 'hottie' and enjoy himself, then cast her aside when something else gets his attention, but it another conquest or another project.
Despite being unable to get drunk, he has a huge taste for wine, the finer the better, and drinks it like water when he is working because it helps him think. He loves 'the finer things' in life, classical music, the opera, anything with an air of elegance and grace (and wealth) around it.
For obvious reasons he's rather awful at making friends, though he's brilliant enough that people are willing to have him around anyway, and he tends to 'grow' on people as time goes on. Helen once described him as an 'acquired taste.' Eventually people like him. Or they just get so used to bickering with him they don't mind it.
abilities/powers:
Sanguine Vampirus: Tesla is the descendent of the ancient race of vampires, and when he was injected with a sample of their blood the dormant genes awoke inside him. For the purposes of Sanctuary, they are not undead but simply another race, and vampirism is not a disease, but something inherited. He's fast, strong, heals very quickly, and is extremely difficult to kill. (He's had a pipe shoved through his chest and been thrown off a forty-story building, neither one particularly slowing him down, though they do hurt something awful.) When he 'transforms' his skin turns very pale, his eyes turn black, and his nails grow to three inches long and become extremely sharp and durable. He uses a combination of animal blood and specific nutrients to avoid the need to drink human blood, which he vowed to never drink long ago (a vow he has always kept.)
He does need blood, though how often and in what amount has never been specified. It doesn't seem to be something he needs to drink with any particular frequency.
Electromagnestism: Tesla is a walking electromagnet. He is capable of powering devices by driving current into them from his own body, and can create electromagnetic barriers and waves. It takes extreme amounts of voltage before it starts to bother him. (He once fell asleep in Edison's electric chair at full current.)
first person sample:
[video]
[When the phone clicks on, it is sitting on a table in one of Abax's upscale clothing stores, at about waist high, and tilted slightly upwards to show a wide shot of the rear of the store. Tesla is standing just off of center from the camera, in front of a floor length mirror, turned sideways from the screen. He's dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white long-sleeve button up shirt. He's carefully tying a black tie around his neck, his eyes focused on the mirror.]
Hello everyone.
[He speaks without looking at the screen, just as he's finishing tying the tie, and after a moment or two he shakes his head and pulls it off in one smooth motion, tossing it off-screen and selecting a second, nearly-identical one, which he puts on as he resumes talking.]
I'm certain most of you won't recognize me, the downsides of being forced into seclusion, but you should all trust that from this moment on, you're better off than you were before. And please, I don't need the explanations everyone seems insistent on giving about this. This isn't even the first time I woke up in a morgue, let alone the strangest thing I've experienced.
But I mean, think of it. Trapped in a city of endless darkness with no answers, no solutions, no hope. No one to ferret out the secrets of this place and find your way home. Lost, desperate, afraid.
Well, until now, anyway.
[He seems satisfied with the tie, and he slides a dark blue vest off the back of another rack and slips it on, buttoning it up carefully. He's silent again, considering it for a moment, before he retrieves a suit coat he had already chosen that matches the pants he's wearing and tugs it on. Finally, as he's buttoning it, he turns to actually look at the camera, and he's grinning faintly. It's a sly, knowing, grin, tinted with an arrogance that he believes is well-earned.]
My name is Nikola Tesla, which should certainly mean something for the more educated amongst you. And since I've apparently been drafted into this little adventure, I suppose I'll lend my considerable intellect to ensuring we're all home by breakfast.
[He picks up the phone as he talks, his smirk getting a bit wider.]
So don't worry. I'm here to save the day. As usual.
[He seems to be about to turn off the phone when he pauses, and his smirk gets just a tad wider.]
Oh, and Helen. Assuming you're here, and assuming my own arrival is probably your fault...I can't blame you, really, I'd want my help too...I forgive you for doing so without asking. Call me.
third person sample:
Tesla had noticed the lab on his first pass-through in the hospital, after he had woken up but before he had left to go find clothing a bit more suitable than nothing. Now that he was properly dressed in black suit, not quite as perfectly fitted as he would have liked but it would do, he could turn his attention to more important things.
Like finding a lab.
He was fairly certain this one was already occupied. Judging by the number of machines that had been brought here from other parts of the hospital, and the bed rolled into the corner with signs of the occasional nap. So he couldn't just move in. Tesla might have assumed he was perfectly acceptable wherever science was going on, but he knew what it was like to push another researcher out of his own work.
There were some things that were just plain rude.
Luckily whomever owned it wasn't home at the moment, and an examination of the lab held merit, even if he couldn't use it. His shoes clicked loudly on the tile floor as he walked through, considering each device he passed. An idea of what machines were working, what weren't, a basic idea of the technology of the city he'd been dragged into. It looked modern enough, nothing lending itself towards archaic or futuristic.
He paused next to a portable MRI machine, studying the controls for a moment, and then he reached out and pressed his hand against the side. There was a faint crackle as electricity slid from his fingers and into the machine, and it hummed to life for several seconds before shutting down again. So, whole but broken.
Disappointing.
He continued his slow circle through the lab, occasionally testing out another machine here or there. While the machines themselves were non-functional for the most part, he was at least impressed with the layout and organization. Whomever was working here wasn't some idiot playing at scientist. They most likely weren't as brilliant as he was, of course, but it was probably someone worth knowing.
Once he reached the door again, he turned to consider the room once more, hands on his hips. Okay. He could work with this. A quick few steps let him catch up a book he had passed, and he leaned his hip against the counter and flipped it open, skimming the pages as he waited for the owner to return.
**RP samples from previous games may be linked.
case no: 50-60-25
name: Dalrint
are you over 18?: Eleventy-billion. Or just yes.
personal lj: dalrint
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: Aim: farobesrvr
characters in abax: Rose Lalonde
in character information.
series: Sanctuary
name: Nikola Tesla
sex: Male
age: 155
race: Vampire-Human hybrid
height: 6'0
weight: 140lbs
canon point: After episode 409 but before episode 412
previous cr: Nope
history:
http://sanctuary.wikia.com/wiki/Nikola_Tesla
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_tesla
Tesla's history is a combination of the real life of Nikola Tesla, intermixed with the fictional history created for him by Sanctuary. In essence, all the things he did in 'real' life, he still did. He was just a vampire electromagnet at the same time. Helen helped him fake his own death, allowing for his 'real' death in 1943, despite the fact that he obviously didn't die.
personality:
Tesla is something of an exercise in dichotomy. On the one side, he's charming, debonair, takes immaculate care of his appearance (most of the time, unless he's really involved in a project. Then he forgets to bathe.), and can hold small talks with kings and princes. He has a rapier wit and a fantastic sense of dramatic timing. On the other hand, he has a hair-trigger temper, gets offended at the smallest moment, takes any insult as a huge slap in the face, and believes that most people who are equal to him are out to get him. Science is a contest, and either he's winning, or everyone else is cheating. (He once referred to Edison as 'that Menlo Park charlatan' due to their contest over electricity.)
The strings that run through both of these phases is that he is brilliant, probably one of the smartest people who ever lived. And he knows it, which lends itself to an almost unimaginable arrogance. He knows he's better than you, and he has every intention of making sure you know too. He can solve whatever problem is coming, and he can do it better than you, and faster than you, and most likely in a more stylish way than you. At least, that's what he believes. Unfortunately he pulls it off regularly enough that he can go on believing it.
In fact, a lot of that stems from an inherent fear of being normal, or ordinary, or 'mortal.' He is great, he's brilliant, he needs to be amazing and above everyone else. When he lost his vampirism (which was later reversed) he fell into a terrible funk at the thought of being what he thought was average. He managed to pull himself out of that depression through work and science, but it took a while.
The odd side of this is, that when someone does manage to pull of something that impresses him, genuinely, he's not above praising them for it. And he is willing to change his opinions on people if they prove his initial appraisals wrong...though he most likely will never stop sliding little barbs in about what they were, or what he thought of them before. (He likes the tech-head Henry, whom he originally labeled as the dog boy help, but Henry keeps proving he knows what he's doing, and Nikola can admit that.) Earning his respect is not easy, and takes time, but it is possible. Not many people have managed it though.
He constantly has plans, plans within plans, backup plans, hidden agendas and sometimes hidden agendas in hidden agendas. He's very good at seeing all the angles and planning for as many of them as he can (though he occasionally misses very obvious ones) and is not above misleading someone to get their help in a project.
He's a tremendous flirt when he finds someone attractive, though he rarely fixates on anyone for very long. It takes more than just being pretty to hold his attention, since he finds brains far more attractive than anything else. He has been in love with Helen Magnus from...time to time, though how much of that is true anymore and how much of that is simply his flirting habit coming out whenever she's around is hard to judge. Generally, he can pick up a pretty little 'hottie' and enjoy himself, then cast her aside when something else gets his attention, but it another conquest or another project.
Despite being unable to get drunk, he has a huge taste for wine, the finer the better, and drinks it like water when he is working because it helps him think. He loves 'the finer things' in life, classical music, the opera, anything with an air of elegance and grace (and wealth) around it.
For obvious reasons he's rather awful at making friends, though he's brilliant enough that people are willing to have him around anyway, and he tends to 'grow' on people as time goes on. Helen once described him as an 'acquired taste.' Eventually people like him. Or they just get so used to bickering with him they don't mind it.
abilities/powers:
Sanguine Vampirus: Tesla is the descendent of the ancient race of vampires, and when he was injected with a sample of their blood the dormant genes awoke inside him. For the purposes of Sanctuary, they are not undead but simply another race, and vampirism is not a disease, but something inherited. He's fast, strong, heals very quickly, and is extremely difficult to kill. (He's had a pipe shoved through his chest and been thrown off a forty-story building, neither one particularly slowing him down, though they do hurt something awful.) When he 'transforms' his skin turns very pale, his eyes turn black, and his nails grow to three inches long and become extremely sharp and durable. He uses a combination of animal blood and specific nutrients to avoid the need to drink human blood, which he vowed to never drink long ago (a vow he has always kept.)
He does need blood, though how often and in what amount has never been specified. It doesn't seem to be something he needs to drink with any particular frequency.
Electromagnestism: Tesla is a walking electromagnet. He is capable of powering devices by driving current into them from his own body, and can create electromagnetic barriers and waves. It takes extreme amounts of voltage before it starts to bother him. (He once fell asleep in Edison's electric chair at full current.)
first person sample:
[video]
[When the phone clicks on, it is sitting on a table in one of Abax's upscale clothing stores, at about waist high, and tilted slightly upwards to show a wide shot of the rear of the store. Tesla is standing just off of center from the camera, in front of a floor length mirror, turned sideways from the screen. He's dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white long-sleeve button up shirt. He's carefully tying a black tie around his neck, his eyes focused on the mirror.]
Hello everyone.
[He speaks without looking at the screen, just as he's finishing tying the tie, and after a moment or two he shakes his head and pulls it off in one smooth motion, tossing it off-screen and selecting a second, nearly-identical one, which he puts on as he resumes talking.]
I'm certain most of you won't recognize me, the downsides of being forced into seclusion, but you should all trust that from this moment on, you're better off than you were before. And please, I don't need the explanations everyone seems insistent on giving about this. This isn't even the first time I woke up in a morgue, let alone the strangest thing I've experienced.
But I mean, think of it. Trapped in a city of endless darkness with no answers, no solutions, no hope. No one to ferret out the secrets of this place and find your way home. Lost, desperate, afraid.
Well, until now, anyway.
[He seems satisfied with the tie, and he slides a dark blue vest off the back of another rack and slips it on, buttoning it up carefully. He's silent again, considering it for a moment, before he retrieves a suit coat he had already chosen that matches the pants he's wearing and tugs it on. Finally, as he's buttoning it, he turns to actually look at the camera, and he's grinning faintly. It's a sly, knowing, grin, tinted with an arrogance that he believes is well-earned.]
My name is Nikola Tesla, which should certainly mean something for the more educated amongst you. And since I've apparently been drafted into this little adventure, I suppose I'll lend my considerable intellect to ensuring we're all home by breakfast.
[He picks up the phone as he talks, his smirk getting a bit wider.]
So don't worry. I'm here to save the day. As usual.
[He seems to be about to turn off the phone when he pauses, and his smirk gets just a tad wider.]
Oh, and Helen. Assuming you're here, and assuming my own arrival is probably your fault...I can't blame you, really, I'd want my help too...I forgive you for doing so without asking. Call me.
third person sample:
Tesla had noticed the lab on his first pass-through in the hospital, after he had woken up but before he had left to go find clothing a bit more suitable than nothing. Now that he was properly dressed in black suit, not quite as perfectly fitted as he would have liked but it would do, he could turn his attention to more important things.
Like finding a lab.
He was fairly certain this one was already occupied. Judging by the number of machines that had been brought here from other parts of the hospital, and the bed rolled into the corner with signs of the occasional nap. So he couldn't just move in. Tesla might have assumed he was perfectly acceptable wherever science was going on, but he knew what it was like to push another researcher out of his own work.
There were some things that were just plain rude.
Luckily whomever owned it wasn't home at the moment, and an examination of the lab held merit, even if he couldn't use it. His shoes clicked loudly on the tile floor as he walked through, considering each device he passed. An idea of what machines were working, what weren't, a basic idea of the technology of the city he'd been dragged into. It looked modern enough, nothing lending itself towards archaic or futuristic.
He paused next to a portable MRI machine, studying the controls for a moment, and then he reached out and pressed his hand against the side. There was a faint crackle as electricity slid from his fingers and into the machine, and it hummed to life for several seconds before shutting down again. So, whole but broken.
Disappointing.
He continued his slow circle through the lab, occasionally testing out another machine here or there. While the machines themselves were non-functional for the most part, he was at least impressed with the layout and organization. Whomever was working here wasn't some idiot playing at scientist. They most likely weren't as brilliant as he was, of course, but it was probably someone worth knowing.
Once he reached the door again, he turned to consider the room once more, hands on his hips. Okay. He could work with this. A quick few steps let him catch up a book he had passed, and he leaned his hip against the counter and flipped it open, skimming the pages as he waited for the owner to return.
**RP samples from previous games may be linked.
case no: 50-60-25